Young Writers Society

Adam came up boldly next to me as I vacated the captain’s office. A concerned look crossed over his features as he saw my solemn face. Suddenly worried he spoke, “Hey, Jaxon, what’s the matter?”

I kept walking, my mind racing with the lack of information.

With more urgency he asked, “Dude are you all right? What did he say to you in there?”

Grabbing my coat from my desk, I shook my head, clearing my mind.

Turning I looked him straight in the eyes, “Grab your coat, we got a case and trust me its not going to be easy.”

Before I knew it we were both climbing into the black Sedan that we had practically lived in since becoming part of the NOPD. It had kept us warm through the winter’s chill with its black leather seats. It helped us carry countless criminals to meet their justice with its spacious back seat. And it has protected us countless times with its bulletproof glass and exterior.

Starting the car, we left the department on a hunt to find the start to our search.

“So, what exactly is our assignment?” Adam asked curiously.

I replied with a smirk, “We have little to no information, but what we do know is that it is a missing person’s case of a whole family.”

His eyes widened as he reached over and grabbed the case file from my side.

Before opening it he asked, “Who made the report?”

Stopping for the light, I turned and looked at him smiling, “Aiden Whales, personal assistant to multi-millionaire, Trevor Johnson.”

Adam’s head snapped up from the file, still unopened in his lap. I resumed driving unable to hide my smile from seeing his reaction.

After a minute he finally got the nerve to speak. Stammering he said, “T-the Trevor Johnson? Head man at Johnson Industrial Industries?” Unable to contain his surprise he added, “That Trevor Johnson?”

Calmly I replied, “Yup, and his family too.”

Adam practically jumped out of his seat, though his seatbelt contained some of the excitement, “dude do you know how big this is? Especially if we find them all alive and unharmed?”

I laughed at his boyish demeanor, Agreeing I replied, “That would get us some praise around the office.”

We laughed a little more before turning to the file to figure out where they all could have gone.

“So what do we know?” I asked recapping.

“Well it seems that we know that there are four victims: Trevor, his wife Alexis, and their two kids Stormy and Greyson.” Adam stopped, taking a breath before going on.

Before he could I interrupted. “Wait, Stormy? I’ve heard that name before. It sounds very familiar. What does it say?”

Looking at me curiously he continued, “Full name is Stormy River Johnson. It says that she is seventeen and a junior in high school. She takes karate and kick boxing. She goes to a public school just downtown.”

I looked over at him curiously, “Is that all the information we have on her?”

Looking down, still flipping through the thin stack of papers he answered, “Yup this is all they could pull up for the search.”

“What’s the name on that school? I want to check there when we get done with the assistant.” I asked.

Looking up from the forms he replied, “Wind Stone high.”

When he spoke the name all I could do was laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He asked suddenly concerned.

“Oh nothing. I just remembered I went to that same school.” I replied smiling.